No, we don’t use this heart anymore.

I think I’m done with social media.

Unsubscribe. Unfriend. Unfollow.
Mute. Block. Walk away. Breathe.

People noticing when you’re not yourself. That’s a different kind of love.

Jan KONŮPEK (1883 –1950) Salome, etching 1910

Angus,’ he said, ‘I think that we’re meant for each other in this exact way.’ Owen smiled unpleasantly and put his arm around my shoulder, as if trying to make murder a convivial experience. ‘Just as everyone has a soulmate, one person meant to love, maybe everyone has a deathmate—the person they are meant to kill.’

Distances, misunderstandings and spaces in between can cause wide cracks that you cannot fill up anymore so you gotta let go.
That's what I told myself. Some people come into your life, make it special while it lasts and then go away. Doesn't mean that the time we had was any less special.
Someday you’ll look back and smile on those memories you made together, but for now, let go.

Anne Sexton, from “The Sickness Unto Death”, The Complete Poems

"It's just another human being, from the billions in this world, laughing" I tell myself but my heart beats like an orchestra in a welcoming festival of the long lost king.

برانژه: اگه بگیم دکور، می‌شه یک چیز سطحی، یک چیز زیبایی شناختی، مگه اینکه، چطور بگم، یک دکوری باشه، یک فضایی باشه، که به یک نیاز درونی ربط داشته باشه، نیازی که به نوعی فوران یا تداوم دنیای درون آدم باشه.
آرشیتکت: می‌فهمم، می‌فهمم...